User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The Mercenaries' War/@comment-1298206-20151017012538/@comment-32303-20151028032756

Branna Deadrigg crept slowly closer, disguised by shadows. 'Best tae find out exactly who mah enemies are an' what their advatages are before ah launch an all-oot attack and find mahself ootnumbered. . . .' the ermine thought to herself, careful to keep both paws on the massive claymore she held and her footpaws off any twigs or branches that would crack underpaw and betray her position.